InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do What You Have to Do ❯ Chapter 17: The Yearning to be near you ( Chapter 17 )

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Title: Do What You Have To Do
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Inu Yasha/Sesshomaru mentions of Inu Yasha/Kagome and Inu Yasha/ Kikyo
Category: Drama, romance, slash, Mpreg, yaoi
rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Most likely.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Non-con, Mpreg, Incest, SPOILERS!
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Inu Yasha or its chars. They are property of Rumiko Takashi and major companies.

Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction! Enjoy and please review!

The chapter titles are lyrics from the song "Do What You Have to Do" by Sarah McLachlan

Chapter 17: The Yearning to be near you

I awoke the next day happy that I healed quicker in my demon form than my human; as the pains from yesterday's labor and birth were almost tolerable at the moment. I heard a newborns cry and knew that it was my younger son who seemed to prefer attention now rather than later.

I opened my eyes and looked to my left and then my right realizing that the makeshift blanket cradles were no longer there. I closed my eyes again and opened them, looking around the room once more.

I noticed a bassinette a small distance away and realized the cries were coming from it. I sat up and gasped falling back against the pillows that had been propping me up. Apparently I wasn't that…healed.

My newborn son's wails grew louder and I struggled once again to slide my legs over the edge of the bed as slowly as possible so as not to jostle my poor body. I found myself sweating due to all my effort but I was no where close to leaving Sesshomaru's bed.

I heard the door open and watched as a stoic looking Sesshomaru entered and went straight to the bassinette, lifting our now even louder sobbing son and made his way towards me.

I shifted and moved my yukata so that it now displayed my swollen and already leaking chest as Sesshomaru leaned down handing me our red faced and angry son, his would be cherubic cheeks pinched in anger at having been denied his meal.

He latched on heartily; his lusty suckling could be heard throughout the room which caused a chuckled to pass through his sires usually sealed lips. I looked up questioning.

“He eats like you as well,” he said with teasing in his eyes.

I sighed wishing I could deny it, but I too have heard my eating echoed in the room, especially when I had eaten the “ramen” that Kagome often brought.

“And is his brother much like mine, scowling quietly up at the ceiling with a constant look of constipation upon his face,” I asked sounding as impertinent as the question.

To that he blinked up at me in an almost surprised way, before he could form a retort his afore mentioned son started fussing which became soft crying before Sesshomaru had reached the bassinette.

I watched as he lifted his first born of the two from the bassinette and cradle him to his chest, careful to support his head as he held him and made his way over to the bed.

“These two are as different as the two of us,” I said shaking my head amused and slightly confused by the oddness.

I looked down at my nursing son, and noted his pointed ears and pale moonlight touched hair, so much like mine in its coloring but much like his sires in texture and straightness. He had markings along his eyelashes much like his sires, reminding me of the slight makeup a geisha or kabuki dancer would wear along his or her eyelids.

Sesshomaru made a place for himself on his bed which I have at the moment commandeered, and brought the younger of the two closer so that I could look him over.

I wasn't surprised to see that they were identical in looks and then I found myself happy at their different personalities, glad to have a difference in the two.

“We should name them,” Sesshomaru said and I looked into his emotionless face and looked down at the newborn he held and then the one still noisily nursing at my chest.

“Any ideas,” I asked.

“I named our daughter,” he said and I nodded getting the gist of what he was saying.

“We could call him quiet and this one loud,” I said almost jokingly.

“There are many names that mean quiet and loud, perhaps we can extend on that a bit, give them something a bit more…regal….or elegant…,” he said searching for words that I could only assume he thought wouldn't harm my sensibilities and pride.

“Okay…and….I'm drawing a blank…,” I said looking back at him.

He rolled his eyes and looked down at my loud suckling pup before speaking.

“They need something that enemies and allies will remember.”

“You make it sound like they would stay together after growing up; like they will never separate,” I said somewhat surprised.

“You think they will separate after a time,” he asked.

“They are twins but that does not mean they are inseparable, I'm pretty sure they'll mate and separate. I doubt that they will stay together throughout their lives.”

“Shall we make a bet dear brother,” he asked and I looked up finding the look on his face sure.

“And what makes you so certain,” I asked as my “loud” son finally let go of my now swollen and sore right nipple.

“It's a rarity but twins and triplets do occur in the demon race and when it appears more often than not they form an invincible pair.”

I nodded and burped our son. It made sense, the demon world was harsh and allies were more than needed; at times they were necessary to ones survival so one could assume that multiple birth siblings did what was natural and became a team or group.

The one with a higher number was usually favored.

But even as the thought made me glad my mind would not keep my darker ones at bay. I had also seen what demon siblings became and many times it wasn't pretty. Some became nothing more than sources of energy as older or stronger siblings devoured them and their power or simply killed them to have a higher position just like those in the human world.

Others ended up like I had; a pawn or source of power and status in other ways. More often or not siblings; males who could bear young or females were married off to others to make powerful connections or bred by their siblings themselves for better genetics.

I could only hope that none of those bad things would befall these two. I wanted nothing but happy futures for my children, I silently wondered what my brother; their sire, wanted for them.

“Are you lost in thought dear brother,” Sesshomaru asked and I shook my head.

“Okay, so we know quiet and loud, what shall we attach to them to make them proper names,” I asked as I lay “loud” down between my legs taking “quiet” from his sire, thankful to have my mind on something else.

“Death,” suggested Sesshomaru.

“Overdone,” I replied as I held “quiet” over my left nipple, watching as he latched on and began to softly suckle.

“Storm,” Sesshomaru said aloud.

“Okay, not as overused… “Quiet storm” and “loud storm”...,” I thought quietly as our “quiet” nursed and “loud was lifted into his father's arms.

“Well there is Hade and Urusaii for loud…I prefer Hade,” replied Sesshomaru.

I looked over at Hade as he lay in his fathers arms and thought aloud…”I prefer Arashi over Suto-mu so I guess we can combine them and get Haderashi, now what of his brother?”

Sesshomaru held Haderashi and grinned while he looked down at our yet unnamed son nursing at my chest, “Why don't we stick with `H' and use Hissori for quiet and combine it with Arashi for Hissorashi?”

“Haderashi and Hissorashi…I believe we can agree they sound appropriate,” I said as Hissorashi nursed at my chest contentedly.

A knock disturbed our quiet and pleasant moment. Sesshomaru looked down at Haderashi and then at the door, as much as he abhorred people yelling or calling out he had no choice with his arms preoccupied with his day old son.

“Enter,” he called out as regally as he could which caused a snicker to fall from my lips and I had to bite down on my lips to keep more from escaping as he turned to look at me questioningly.

The door to his bedroom opened displaying not one person but four. There in the doorway stood Ryusei, Chiouka, Hotaru and Rin who had an apologetic look on her usually smiling face.

“Sorry Lord Sesshomaru, they insisted I bring them, they were desperate to see the newborns, didn't help that gossip flies thorough this castle faster than the wings of a hummingbird flaps.”

Sesshomaru went over to a nearby chair and sat down, “Come see your new siblings.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he had three eager faces looking down at the newest edition to the Inu tribe.

Noting the blue blanket Chiouka pouted, “Boy…” she pouted even more if it were possible as the word left her mouth.

“Sorry Chi-chan, you now have two new brothers not just one.”

She turned her pouting face in my direction realizing that I too held a baby. Her pouting lessened as she looked from one brother to the other and I even caught a smile or two as she joined Ryusei in their cooing.

The day went quickly and night came. I found myself alone in my brother's bed wondering where he had vanished to. I slept well thanks to exhaustion, waking only to feed and change my sons. I had been given a small respite from Chiouka thanks in part to her older brother and Rin.

This continued for a month.

The time in which one spends with newborns and babies is often counted not by days or hours but in feedings, changing's, burping's and naps obtained by both you and the children in question.

A month became two and two became three.

The boys grew and with them so did Chiouka who had become quite the spoilt princess who took little or no interest in her brothers, opting to play with the young girls of the castle, servants daughters and younger siblings. She definitely had her father's attitude as of late and I found my hands tied and occupied by her brothers so there wasn't much in the way of action I could take and talking only got you so far.

When I was up and walking with ease I returned to my quarters. I had considered staying in Sesshomaru's room but he never seemed to return to it, whether busy with work or something else. I didn't want to be a bother so returning to my own quarters only made sense.

Chiouka who had returned with me was in a constant state of annoyance with the new attention suckers that were her brothers. Like most youngsters she was kind most of the time but at others she did little things to pick or bother her brothers.

I worried.

Rin who was now carrying her second child said that she had heard it was like that with most siblings when new babies were born.

As a year came and went I realized that you can teach and show but you can't change who or what a child becomes. I suppose I had lucked out with Ryusei, he always had been a pleasant child; not that Chiouka was unpleasant, just set in her ways of obstinacy and self love at the tender age of five.

Hissorashi and Haderashi were amusing and Ryusei voiced a similar opinion, amused by their antics as much as I. The two were opposites and yet they could not stand to be apart. They were like magnets, so different and yet drawn to each other.

I watched as Sesshomaru continued training Ryusei in the ways of demons and politics and I watched as Chiouka grew and became a little girl, no longer the baby or toddler that used to be so carefree. Under her father's tutelage and that of hired demonesses she was being taught how proper young women acted and behaved and as I watched it I felt myself grow cold inside, afraid that when all was said and done she would be just like Sesshomaru's mother.

Sesshomaru had asked me one day while watching her at her lessons; why I seemed to be upset. I voiced my thoughts and he merely gave me a confused look and said that I shouldn't worry overly much.

A feeling of dread filled me. I realized that though I carried and birthed these children they were his heirs which meant that I could teach them all that I contained from birth until weaning and after that it was all up to him. It frightened me. I felt a fear similar to when I had first arrived in this castle. I was powerless. Powerless when it came to the raising and teaching of my own children.

I quietly stewed in my anger and bitterness, careful not to change my demeanor or actions. Afraid what would happen if I did.

I smiled and played and even managed to keep up a generally pleasant persona when with my pups and their sire; my brother, but inside I worried. Was this what all mother's went through?

To Be Continued…..

Sorry it took so long. Managed to take an M&M sized chunk of flesh out of my right thumb with scissors trying to open a pack of frozen fish food while at work. Yeah…it was dumb, I admit it.

Sorry, it's gonna get depressing again. But I promise it will be a happy ending.

Kat